Lust After Death Book Tour!!!

Today I'm hosting Daisy Harris's book tour for her book Lust After Death. Don't you just love the title? It sounds sexy but dangerous.

Check out the blurb below to find out what this intriguing book is about. And, even better, Daisy has graced us with a super SEXY excerpt from Lust After Death. I just like saying the title. Lust After Death!

Enough of that. Let's get to the good stuff!

Blurb:

In the Pacific Northwest, where life hurries to keep pace with technology, a re-animated bride named Josie struggles to escape her creator and to find her identity in the half-erased circuitry of her mind and body.

Assassin Bane Connor just wants to get the girl to the Zombie Underground and receive his payoff-a mental reset that will erase his memories as well as his guilt. But an attack by a rival faction derails his rescue, and the wide-eyed female whose circuitry requires a husband tears at his hardened heart and ignites desire like he's never known.

Excerpt:

She picked up a bar of soap and her eyes widened. Normally Bane hated how newbies wondered at every damn thing—but this girl didn’t look stupid. She looked kind, excited, happy. The bar slipped out of her hands into the water and Bane watched as she dove head-first to find it. His hand left his dick to grab at the metal. He worried she might not know enough not to breathe under there.

Her head popped up again and she flipped her ebony mane from her face. A grin split her face. Damp curls of hair framed her cheeks, tangled at her shoulders, licked at her collarbone. She giggled and rolled the soap in her hands. Her eyelids fluttered as she smoothed the cream over her arms and up the long column of her neck.

Bane’s fingers traced over his lips as he watched her soap her body. He held his breath, silently urging her hand lower.

She obliged, skimming over the curve of her breasts before sliding her touch down her belly. Her palm dipped below the water and he lost sight of it, but her eyes fell to half-mast and her lips parted. When her arm reached farther, the girl’s eyes pressed tight as her mouth made a shape like an O.

Fuck! His legs swung out from under him and his fingertips barely caught on the thin ledge. Bane hung there for a moment, wondering whether to drop to the ground or pull back up. Despite his better judgment, he wedged his toe into a crack in the concrete wall and angled his body to push his torso higher until he once again peered like a letch through her window.

He shouted, finding her face right up to the glass. Her mahogany stare met his—surprised, curious, but not frightened. One corner of her mouth curled up into a lopsided, cherubic smile. She reached out a hand to the window and traced his face. When her fingertips covered his lips, her other hand reached up, stroking her own mouth.

Bane lost his grip, and with a winding thud, fell flat on his ass.

Heh, heh. Sexy but fun at the same time. 

About Daisy Harris:

Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she's never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.

A Walking Dead fan! I know she's a cool person just from that!

Even more goodies below!!!

***Daisy will be awarding a $20 gift certificate to Amazon or Barnes & Noble and a Walking Dead T-Shirt to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour (US & Canada Only).

Follow her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions for even more chances to win!

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99 Cent Labor Day Sale and Romancing the Blog Hop!!!!

I have TWO AWESOMELY EXCITING events this weekend!

Romancing the Blog Hop - where I'm giving away an e-copy of my erotic romance 31 Flavors of Kink. Read on to learn more about this awesome blog hop.

What is your favorite thing about Romance? Well, we authors are ready to share our romantic tips and favorite romance reads! Starting on Friday and ending on August 31st, over 100 Authors and Bloggers will share their favorite things about romance, reading romance, and dating.

And while we do that, we are EACH doing a giveaway. Yep. There will be over 100 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger.

But that's not all....

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 100 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $130 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: The following Swag Pack!

Yep. ALL of that! Whoot! Be sure to come back here on Friday and over the weekend to enjoy some stories and facts about our favorite Romance events and reads and enter to win!

Below I've shared some of my favorite romantic lines from my PNR series, Shadows of Destiny. I hope you enjoy it and check out all the other amazing sites on this tour.

***In recognition of Labor Day, all four of my PNR books are on sale for 99 Cents this weekend ONLY so get the whole series now for less than $4.00!!!***

Over 50 books are also on sale for only 99 cents this weekend only as part of our big 99 Cent Labor Day Sale!!!! Click the banner above to visit the website and browse through an awesome selection of bestselling books!!!


Destiny Divided - “You might be the evil princess of the Underworld, cariad, but you’re my evil princess. And no one else’s.”

Destiny United - "I have been inside your mind, in your heart, and seen every inch of your delectable skin.” He traced her bottom lip with his thumb. “I have looked inside your very soul, even in the dark corners you like to hide.” He leaned in so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “And, Aila, by the gods, I have found you matchless.”

Destiny Unchained - He put his arms out to the side and swallowed hard. “I’m not perfect. I’m pushy and protective and I make mistakes. But I know you. I see you. Likely better than anybody on this earth. And I love you, Natalia. I don’t know if it’s enough, but I do know this” – he paused and choked back the emotion lodged in his throat – “there will never be anyone who can love you like I do.”

Destiny Bewitched - He took her face in his hands. “Oh, Samantha,” he said. “I would fall a thousand times if it meant the chance to love you.”



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18+ Book Blogger Giveaway Hop!!!(Caution: Content is HOT!!!)

I'm so excited for this blog hop! Why? Because it's the perfect reason to post a super sexy excerpt AND because...

everyone is a winner!

That's right. Everyone who visits gets a FREE short paranormal romance novella called, For the Love of Harmony (erotic content and light bondage). Here's the link. Enjoy!

I'm also giving away a grand prize of a $15 gift certificate to Amazon or B&N to one winner (international). Just fill out the Rafflecopter form below.

And now for the fun part. Sexy excerpt from my newest paranormal romance, Destiny Unchained!

Blurb:  They call her The Huntress. A vampire with lethal focus, Natalia hunts rogue werewolves and kills them without mercy. She buried her heart centuries ago. Now she lives only for revenge. But when she’s forced to team up with the alpha of the northwest werewolf pack to catch a werewolf serial killer, her carefully controlled world is shattered by the passionate Cristian. Will Natalia accept Cristian’s claim on her heart even if it means sacrificing a part of who she is?

***Warning: content not suitable for readers under the age of 18***

She opened her mouth to call for Cristian. But something that felt like a bus rammed into her, toppling her to the ground. For the second time, the air rushed out of her lungs and she struggled to breathe. The beast was heavy on top of her, but took care not to crush her. His powerful arms thrust hers over head, pinning her to the ground. Even with five-inch-long nails, he was careful not to hurt her. His chest heaved, blood dripped from a bite mark on his neck. With every ragged breath, a snarl escaped his throat and blew the hair from her face. When she struggled, he growled quietly in warning.

His gaze roved her over rapidly. Her eyes, her lips, her neck, down to her breasts, back to her eyes again.

She could have killed him. Probably. Maybe. But she didn’t want to kill him, she wanted to calm him. In an ultimate act of trust, she yielded. Her body sagged underneath him, her pride stinging a bit. And, in the wolf way, she turned her head and bared her throat. Male satisfaction burned in his eyes before he leaned into her neck with his nose and inhaled.

His savage moan tickled her skin. Then his body contorted. It melted on top of hers, fur disappearing, and half its mass. In only seconds, a human took its place. A naked human.

She tried to pull her arms down but he gripped them harder. “Be still, Talia,” he said, his voice husky like gravel. “Don’t move.” His face warmed the crook of her neck. “I could hear your pain from miles away. Do you know what that does to a man?” She couldn’t speak, only lay there under his heaving body. “My Natalia, hurt and afraid.”

She opened her mouth to deny that last part, but he bit her chin.

Lifting his head, he stared down at her. Calmer, more human now, but still on edge. “Don’t argue, Talia, for once. Please. I have to taste you. Do not deny me this.”

It was a command, but his eyes asked for permission. She nodded.

He pressed her wrists into the snow. “Leave them there.” In a flurry of movement she could barely process, he had her stripped from the waist down. Her lips parted and she exhaled a gasp. Bared in the middle of the snowy mountains and she stilled burned for him. His hands, one of each of her thighs, pressed down, holding them open for his gaze. His groan of approval was so animalistic she shivered all over.

She watched him through half-lidded eyes as he leaned down and blew on her clit. Her hips arched off the ground. He threw both her legs over his shoulders and held her off the snow with her ass in his hands. Her arms, obediently placed over her head, and her shoulders were the only thing touching the snow. Then he feasted on her. Nipping and sucking, licking and teasing.

Her gasps turned into cries for mercy. Her squirms turned into flails. But he held her tight and steadily went on, bringing her to the edge then slowing, over and over.

When her clit burned and throbbed and she couldn’t take anymore, she pleaded, “Cristian, please!”

One more long decadent lick then he flipped her to her hands and knees, nudging her thighs apart with his. He entered her too slowly and she pushed back into him. His soft chuckle vibrated through her body. His hand snaked forward and grabbed her breast. As he thrust in and out, he pinched and tortured her nipples, and she moaned in delight. His thrusts grew harder and his hand moved down to her swollen clit.

“Ahhh…yes!” she cried. He teased her clit lightly and her pleasure grew to an intensity she’d never experienced.

“Oh, God, Natalia. You’re perfect,” he panted, driving into her over and over. Just when she was about to climax, he leaned over her and bit into her shoulder, pinning her while he finished inside her. “Mine.”

Yours. The sharp pain of the bite shot straight to her clit and she screamed. She was immobile, helpless under his stronger body. It was so carnal, so erotic. And fucking hot as hell.

 

“Yes!” The world fell apart and the only thing that existed was Cristian. He sent her soaring in pleasure then tumbling and spinning back down to earth. She cried out in ecstasy as he growled and spilled inside her.

Destiny Unchained is available on Amazon, B&N, and all e-book retailers for only $2.99! It's also been on the Amazon bestseller list for fantasy romance for months. Buy it on Amazon!

And don't forget to check out the other stops on this sexy tour!

31 Flavors is ON SALE!!! (and guest blogging links)

This weekend only, my new BDSM romance is ON SALE for only $0.99!!!

Amazon

Smashwords

Also come visit me on two different blogs today.

Carrie Ann Ryan has our guest post about writing romance and TWO steamy EXCERPTS from 31 Flavors!

 

And I'm at Nights of Passion with a post called "Help! Teenagers are Running Amok Biting Eachother!" about a writer's responsibility for giving correct information in their fiction novels.


Remember to get your copy of 31 Flavors this weekend before the sale ends!

Happy Reading!

Steamy Excerpt and ARC Giveaway!!!!

Today I have this really sexy excerpt from my new BDSM romance, 31 Flavors (to be released Valentine's Day!). I'll choose one winner to receive an ARC. All you need to do is leave a comment with what author you would choose to write your life story. Then be sure you're following my blog. Contest ends Saturday.

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What the hell possessed me to agree to this?

We have a support post right smack in the middle of our living room. It’s always been a nuisance. I look up at my arms stretched above me. What an understatement now.

My wrists are cuffed together then secured to the post with a rope. I’m naked and Nick has just walked back in the room with a bowl from the kitchen and an evil look in his eye. He still has his clothes on, jeans and polo shirt, and the contrast is disturbing in some nerve wracking way. I yank, trying to free my arms. I’m good and stuck. If I want to hide my body from him, I can’t. My breasts are out there in plain view, exposed and vulnerable. A familiar tightness gnaws inside me, like a hundred little bugs scratching at me, begging to get loose. If things go wrong, I’ll panic again.

“Relax,” he tells me, but the mischievous sparkle doesn’t fade from his eyes. “I won’t touch them with my mouth until you ask me to.”

Yeah right. “If I don’t?”

He lowers himself onto his knees and gives me a steady look. “Then I won’t.” With a smirk, he lifts an ice cube from the bowl. “But you will.”

My eyes must be wide as saucers as I watch him approach my nipples with the cube. Futilely, I lean to the side, trying to get away. The dull pain from the handcuffs reminds me that I asked for this. I take a deep breath and remain still.

The ice cube hits my nipple and I gasp and flinch back. God damn that’s cold.

“Look at it, Sid. Look at how hard they are.”

I look down and see my rosy pink nipples, firm and pointy like little targets for a curious mouth. I pull against the cuffs again. Oh please let him fulfill his promise not to touch them. He circles one nipple with the ice and the water drips down my belly, leaving tingles in its wake. Then he moves to the other nipple. I’m surprised to feel a slight stirring between my legs. My mouth opens. Mesmerized, I watch his fingers only an inch away from me, my skin, my areola. The ice doesn’t hurt. And it definitely doesn’t tickle. Goose bumps dot along my breasts. A drop of water hangs from one nipple. I imagine his soft tongue licking it off and I feel a rush of heat to my middle.

Nick looks me in the eye, excitement brimming in the depths. “I can warm them up for you. All you have to 

do is ask.”

His warm mouth on my nipples. I shudder. The stirring between my legs becomes a little hotter, melting like the ice. If he put his fingers on my lower lips, would they come away wet?

I never have thoughts like this.

“Okay,” I rasp. “You can lick them.”

The way he studies my breasts as if wondering where to start, creeps me out a bit. Knotted with anxiety, with my very skin constricting, I stop breathing and clench my fingers. The handcuffs clink. But he doesn’t touch me. He exhales a warm breath and heat swirls around my nipples, shooting through my body like hot little sparks.

I moan and strain toward his mouth. “More.”

He looks up at me. “Who’s in charge here?”

I bite down on my lip to keep back a smart-ass remark. But he obliges me and blows hot air on the nipple. Then his tongue inches out, softly flicking the tip. First one then the other. I can’t stop staring at him teasing me.

It’s so novel for this to be pleasurable, so wonderful, and every little tingle is mimicked below. My need rises to a fever pitch. He swirls his tongue around each nipple, warming me to my core. I squeeze my thighs together and, for once, the idea of him taking me inside his mouth and sucking is exactly what I want.

After one last lick, he sits back and looks me over. His gaze heats me up as much as his tongue did. My breasts seem heavier, fuller.

A sly smirk touches his face then he rises. “I’ll be right back,” he says and disappears upstairs.

Apprehension fills me. What is he doing now? My arms are starting to ache. My knees are getting sore. I wriggle to get more comfortable but it’s useless. I’m stuck until Nick finds it in his heart to release me. This thrills me at the same time as frightening me. I can always say “red”, I remind myself. It’s like a mantra now.

Nick returns. He's undressed and has the pink penis-shaped vibrator I call the Throbbinator and a bottle of lube. His erection is far more impressive than the plastic device but my breath quickens as I watch him pour the lube on the vibrator.

The awful memories of my past overwhelm me. Penis or vibrator – both equal pain and discomfort.

“You’re not putting that in me, are you?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing.” Before I can protest again he rubs it against my clit and my muscles relax into the sensation. The rhythmic pulse is exquisite.

With one warm hand clasping my waist, he steadies me. The romance novels speak of the smell of arousal. I understand now, and lodge it in my memory. Even without sight I’d know Nick was here, beside me, wanting me.

My clit swells and I press my groin forward. Need rises. Delicious heat fills me.

“Yes. That’s good.” I close my eyes as he slides it back and forth, coaxing my clit to engorge. So tight and slowly getting tighter, harder.

Mmm...

As the vibrator tip ventures an inch along my slit. I jump in surprise then wiggle to dislodge it. “No,” I demand nervously. “Not in my lady parts.”

The easy way it glides between my labia lets me know how wet I am. I’ve never, ever been like this. So…what’s the word they use in historical novels? Wanton. Yes, that. I suck in a breath.

With a twist of the tip and a big push, it’s inside me. Gah! I didn’t expect it and immediately tense up. This is so foreign and strange and I want it out. “Stop! Take it out!”

Nick strokes a hand down my neck and soothes me. “Shh.”

He adjusts the vibrator, moving it forward a bit until the bulbous base throbs on my clit as well as within. The way it buzzes on me, the tiny jiggling of my clit – I zero in on that intense feeling. It’s just right. My muscles clamp onto the hard plastic. My hips tilt in a primitive response. My neck tenses and I quiver, caught and waiting, waiting…

Pleasure hits. I buck against the vibrator, pulling on my restraints. A strangled moan escapes my parted lips as a soft wave of heat ripples through my body.

My panting subsides. Oh. My. God. I’ve orgasmed here – tied to a pole. Incredible.

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P.S. Battle of the Davids was a tie. Both men were just too tempting and I felt ill-prepared to make a final decision. Therefore, both Davids make it to the Column of Manliness (yes, I know that's a really lame name, but it is what it is).

Saturday Snippet - Shibari!

Another sample from 31 Flavors (BDSM romance releasing Valentine's Day!). The snippet should speak for itself. This is one of many screw-ups our couple makes in figuring out how to incorporate a little flavor in their sex life. But as you'll see, even though they may not get it right every time, it's what's in the heart that matters.

When he returns, he’s carrying the coiled rope, the Throbbinator, and padded handcuffs.

“Remember you said something about shibari?”

“Uh-huh,” I answer warily. I don’t want to discourage him, but maybe I know more about it than he does? “Have you looked it up on the net?”

Nick tosses the handcuffs up the other end of the couch. “I can do knots. You know that. Just stand there. I have an idea.”

Hm. This should be interesting. As the first loop goes around behind my waist, he kisses my shoulder, pulls me close using the rope and works his way up to my lips for a proper, thorough kiss – tongue shoved between my lips, my head pressed slowly backward by the force. Mmm, nice.

But, as soon as he breaks the kiss, my inquisitive, doubting nature makes me blurt, “You have to make sure the rope doesn’t get too tight.”

“Sid. Shh! Or do I need more cheesecake to stuff in your mouth? Let me work.” He looks me over. “Maybe I should blindfold you.”

“No! No blindfold. That’ll make me all…” – I shudder – “squirrelly.”

“Then shush.”

When his attention goes back to his work, I stick out my tongue.

But then I remain quiet. I’m over the moon that he’s trying. And he actually said he’d keep doing this – this BDSM stuff that he doesn’t need. He’s going to do it for me. I grin as he winds more rope around me. I watch him work. The top of his head is below me as he ties yet another knot then does a loop that goes beneath my breasts. I shut my eyes to appreciate the rough scrape on my skin.

A few minutes go past. I’ve sneaked a few peeks but managed to not interrupt, despite my curiosity.

“Hmm.” The doubt in his tone makes me snap open my eyes.

“What?” There’s a strange mess of rope around my middle that resembles a macramé session done by a shortsighted grandma who’s lost her glasses. Then the rope wraps around each thigh and back around to my waist – almost like a harness. Are we going rappelling? “Nick!” I giggle. “What did you do?”

“Oh relax. I can get it off.”

“I thought you looked up how to do this.”

Still staring at the rope, he answers, “I looked at a few pictures.”

“A few pictures?” I’m struggling now to get free. “You expect to be able to do a thousand year old Japanese technique after glancing at a few pictures?”

“I admit it didn’t come out exactly like I planned.” I laugh and he arches a brow. “Ideas, Miss Smarty Pants?”

“Anything’s better than this mess.” I think while Nick undoes everything far faster than he did them up. “Something simple. How about...” Having to imagine this then say it out loud is surprisingly arousing.

“How about you start with the halfway spot on the rope at the back of my neck, take it down between my breasts...then between my legs.”

His brows shoot up. “Okay.”

As I speak, he puts into practice what I suggest. Heat swirls and comes to life in my groin when the rope taps on my clit. I can’t believe we’re really doing this. Not fantasy, not just in my mind. My voice is whispery. “Then bring it up my back and tie my hands together there.”

Odd, but as I watch the slide of his hands down my body as he guides the rope, and the way my words come true before my eyes, somehow weaves all this into something…almost magical. Topping from the bottom? Who cares! I know each movement, each twist of the rope under his fingers, is done because he loves me. This is Nick’s way. His type of poetry. Not words, not studying the art of BDSM until he knows it back-to-front...just making love to me in the way that excites me the very most.

Remember to order your copy of 31 Flavors on Valentine's Day!!!

Blurb and cover in post below

Strip-tease Excerpt!

From 31 Flavors: Sidney asks her husband, Nick, what his sexual fantasies are. That's where this goofy but sweet exchange begins.

Nick grins at me from the bed. “Well, maybe you could seduce me?”

I blink. “Me?”

“Yeah, like a little lap dance or a strip tease.”

Fucking A. Of course the pain in the ass would pick something completely out of my comfort zone. A strip tease and a lap dance? I’ve never had a single dance lesson. I’m awkward and clumsy and not the least bit sexy.

Don’t be a taker, I scold myself. He tied me up. He spanked me. He stepped out of his comfort zone, I can too.

Steeling myself for humiliation, I rise from the bed. As seductively as I can manage, I raise the hem of my blouse. “Like this?” I purr.

Nick puts his arms behind his head and his gaze rakes me over. A big grin stretches across his face. He likes it. Okay, I can do this. I pull my shirt up higher, exposing my bra.

“Yeah!” Nick praises from the bed.

I give him a flirty smile then start to pull the blouse over my head. It’s a little tight and I tug harder. Buttons. The damn shirt has buttons, dummy. I bring my arms down to undo the top button, but something yanks on my ear.

Ow! Ow, ow, ow. I freeze, my arms over head, my shirt covering my face. The top button is stuck on the stupid hoop earrings I insisted on wearing to work today. I was trying to look sexy. Not so sexy now, am I?

“Honey? Are you okay?”

He doesn’t need to see my face to know I’m blushing. I’m sure it covers my entire body. But I can recover. I can still pull this off. Somehow, I will make this sexy.

“Um.” My voice is muffled in my shirt. I go for a casual tone. “I’m fine. I’m just…going slow. So you can, you know, savor it.” I move my hips side to side in a seductive sway while simultaneously trying to untangle my earring.

The arm opposite the stuck earring is halfway in my shirt sleeve so I jerk my upper body to the side, trying to get it over to help. But it won’t quite reach where I need it. I’m panting with the exertion and getting a bit frantic that it won’t come loose. I wriggle my arms furiously trying to get them out of the sleeves. Every few seconds I stop and shake my hips toward Nick. Or somewhere. I’m not really sure which direction I’m facing anymore.

Oh God, how ridiculous do I look?

I hear a strangled snort from behind me. I spin around and freeze. Is he laughing at me? Except for the crinkling of the shirt over my ears, the room is silent.

My arms ache and my ear hurts. I blow out a breath of air.

Nick clears his throat. “Do you need help?” The end of the sentence is choked off with a covered chuckle.

“Yes,” I say, defeated.

I hear him rise from the bed. Then his fingers are on me, unbuttoning my blouse.

“Careful,” I tell him from inside the cave of my shirt. “My earring is stuck.”

“I got it.”

His fingers work deftly, freeing my face and arms, and just the blouse is dangling from my earring. He works on getting that loose too, leaning in close to see where the earring and blouse entangle. I look up at him. Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen from being stuck in my shirt, but he’s never looked so handsome.

“Hi,” I say sheepishly.

He smirks. “Hi.” His breath touches my lips and lingers.

Suddenly, I want to kiss him. Need to kiss him. I lean forward. “Ow!” Something tugs my earring.

“Stay still,” he orders softly. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me against his body. Goose bumps rise along the skin on my belly and back. Am I getting turned on? I exhale a laugh.

Nick is rescuing me from an utterly unsexy and quite possibly life threatening strip tease. I probably looked like one those moles with the red tendril thingys on its head, clawing its way out of the ground. I should be digging a hole into the ground and hiding in humiliation.

Finally, the blouse falls to the floor and my ear is free. I pull both hoops out and place them on the dresser. 

Nick steps back and looks me over. His mouth is tight with a restrained grin.

I point a finger at him. “Don’t. Laugh.”

He covers his mouth with his hand and his shoulders shake. My eyes narrow and I launch myself at him, toppling him onto the bed. I straddle his hips as his hysterical laughter fills the room.

“Shut up.” I try to cover his mouth with my hand but he blocks me.

“That was cute, Sid,” he says between roars of laughter. “It was like a sea cucumber giving birth to an anemone.”

I gasp and try to smack him but he dodges my hand.

“A sexy sea cucumber,” he adds.

This time, I go for the jugular. He catches my wrists and holds them captive. “So violent. I may be new at this, but I’m pretty sure beating up your Dom is bad behavior. Should I punish you now?”

“No! I’m too mad.” I pout, pulling my wrists from his hands. “I won’t fulfill anymore of your fantasies if you make fun of me.”

He smiles. “Honey, you fulfill my fantasies every day just by being you.”

I chuckle nervously. “Sure.” But I’m touched, whether it’s true or not.

We stare at each other silently for a moment, giddy smiles plastered on our faces. In a bold move, I get my retribution by snaking my hand up his chest and pinching his nipple.

“Ow!” He grasps my hand to free his nipple. “You’re not a very good sub,” he teases.

“Maybe you’re not a good Dom,” I counter with a saucy grin.

 “Probably.” Evil glittering in his eyes, he folds his arms around me, then yanks me down for a kiss. Our lips meet and he holds the back of my head as the kiss deepens. Not that I’m planning on leaving. The play of lips on lips, softness and hard, tongue and teeth, is a dance Nick has always done well. I snuggle closer, catch my breath when I can. My eyelids drift lower as I give in to the sensations. I sneak my hand onto his chest, palm flattened, and play with the hair above his shirt neckline. When he stops kissing me, I’m breathing hard and very conscious of his body beneath mine.

His gaze locks with mine. “So let’s just be us.”

I smile. Us. Nick and Sidney. Not vanilla. Not Rocky Road. Any kind of thirty-one flavors we want to be. I bite my lip and nod.

With both hands, he grasps my ass and squeezes. “Now let me tie you up so we can fuck and feel better.”

I laugh and shake my head. From Romeo to Jersey Shore in the span of a few seconds. “Typical. I should go next door and get the suave version of a husband.”

The amused glint in his eye gives me a millisecond warning. With a growl he rises and topples me sideways. “Get undressed. I’ll be back. With ropes.”

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More about 31 Flavors (released around Valentine's Day) in the previous post!

One Week!

One week until my big release party!

Remember to come by on December 12th - next Monday - for prizes, excerpts, character posts and more!

Until then, here's a special extended excerpt. The first five chapters!

NEW SAMPLE


Note: Destiny Unchained is actually published already, if you'd like to get your copy now. Check out the link for a taste to see if you'd like it. So far the reviews have been awesome! Thanks for everyone who read my ARCs!

Teaser Tuesday

Since I've been kinda lame, here's another excerpt from Destiny Unchained. This picks up from the previous post for 6 Sentence Sunday so start there if you haven't read it yet. Hope you enjoy it!

His eyes shifted rapidly as he studied her face. Her eyes, her lips, her neck, down to her breasts, back to her eyes again. 

She could have killed him. Probably. Maybe. But she didn’t want to kill him, she wanted to calm him. In an ultimate act of trust, she yielded. Her body sagged underneath him, her pride stinging a bit. And, in the wolf way, she turned her head and bared her throat. Male satisfaction burned in his eyes before he leaned into her neck with his nose and inhaled.

His savage moan tickled her skin. Then his body contorted. It melted on top of hers, fur disappearing, and half its mass. In only seconds, a human took its place. A naked human.

She tried to pull her arms down but he gripped them harder. “Be still, Talia,” he said, his voice husky like gravel. “Don’t move.” His face warmed the crook of her neck. “I could hear your pain from miles away. Do you know what that does to a man?” She couldn’t speak, only lay there under his heaving body. “My Natalia, hurt and afraid.”

She opened her mouth to deny that last part, but he bit her chin.

Lifting his head, he stared down at her. Calmer, more human now, but still on edge. “Don’t argue, Talia, for once. Please. I have to taste you. Do not deny me this.”

It was a command, but his eyes asked for permission. She nodded.

Teaser Tuesday

I missed Six Sentence Sunday. Sorry. Was apple picking with the kids. Sidenote: September 10 is too early for apple picking.

So I'm making up for it with a Teaser Tuesday. Here's a short excerpt from Destiny Unchained (which I'm trying to move the release date to early December).

“I just want to be your friend.” He almost looked sad as he stepped closer and put out a hand. “No man is an island.”

She stared at his outstretched hand. “I’m not a man.”

“It’s a figure of speech. It means everyone needs friends. No one should spend a lifetime alone.”

“That’s the werewolf way. Not so for vampires.”

“You have covens.”

“Some.”

“Not you?”

“Not me.”

He grabbed her hand before she could dodge him and held it tight when she tried to pull away. His fingers slid up her bare arm. It tingled. She stared at the goose bumps it left behind.

“Don’t you miss being touched?” His breath whispered across her cheek. “Don’t you miss the gentle feel of skin on yours?” He bent his head, his goatee rubbed against her cheek.

She stopped breathing. He was so warm she could have melted into a puddle on the floor. Her eyes fluttered closed.

“A simple touch from a friend is like water to a drying lotus. It quenches its thirst, imparting fortitude to weather the storms.”

Her eyes flew open and she looked up at him. “That’s bullshit. Where’d you hear that?”

“One of the greatest bearers of wisdom in our day.” He bent down to her ear and after a dramatic pause, he whispered, “Chinese fortune cookie.”

Have a great week everyone!